6 'N The Mornin' - GMX

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Six in the mornin'

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Bitch, thug life

Lotta niggas say they thuggin', they don't thug right

She want a real thug, bands in my jeans

Flood your town with that water for the green

, This motherfucker clean

Cup full of Pruno like I'm fresh up out the bean

Sit that ho down when it's time to go and get 'em

And bro I never send 'em, I'm in the car with 'em

Fuck boss, I'm a leader, lean by the liter

Hoes poppin' shit, that's gon' get your nigga beat up

E.S. with the B.S., these niggas can't see us

I'm a real nigga, the rap game need us

At the dinner table, my niggas tryna eat up

And like Tray Deee, I still keep it G'd up

L to the A, double dollar sign east

Teddy bear with these bitches, on you niggas I'm a beast

I'm goin' off the deep end

Still sell a lil dope on the weekend

Got your main bitch with me, she freaky, freaky

All night we geekin', geekin'

Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Six in the mornin', hey

Get your bang on, nigga, let your nuts hang

I give a fuck about your hood, that's on everything

Don't ask me what's good, ain't shit sweet

I ain't never alone, I'm like six deep

Black mask, black hoodie, black gloves

Talk shit, get bodied, no love

Kinda ill like blood in my bath

The psych say sociopath

Cali nigga from the bottom put it on the map

Low ridin', Crip walkin', that's a fuckin' fact

I'm only happy when there's lead flyin' out the strap

I'm addicted to punishment and payback

I'm a sucker for war, I love conflict

I love the way my wrist feel when that Glock kick

Death threats, vendettas, and pain

Dreams of killin' half the niggas in the rap game

My nigga Glasses Malone said let's get cake

Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape

My nigga Glasses Malone said let's get cake

Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape

I'm goin' off the deep end

Still sell a lil dope on the weekend

Got your main bitch with me, she freaky, freaky

All night we geekin', geekin'

Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Till six in the mornin', six in the mornin'

Six in the mornin', hey

Bad lil bitch that I'm bonin'

Gotta get her out of my bed before six in the mornin'

Rule number 42izzo

Pussy was good, but you still gotta gizzo

Snoopy this, Snoopy that, Snoop won't, Snoopy do

Shout out to the homie Big Snoopy Blue

See I'm a Eastside Long Beach

Rip ridin', gang bang affiliate

I peel him when I kill him when I fill him with

The calm of a storm

A hundred million Rips, rise and reform

See this the G-Call, no iPhone

Khakis, Chucks, or some Nikes on

Dress code, West Coast head up

Shooters on the roof for the set up, now throw it up

Crip, Crip, Crip, don't trip

Pistol grip to your motherfuckin' lip